Novel had gone to say goodbye to someone on her own, leaving Dutiron alone resting in the den. His back fortunately had recovered once more the herb stores here had remained safely in place and with the right mixtures had eased the pains from his back. The journey home would likely be easier though until they were ready to leave for Threar once more he had been placed under strict orders to rest and so he would remain inside the den whilst others would come back and forth for visits and farewells before he and Novel left.
Today his granddaughter would be stopping by, he assumed with her new little family in tow. He had been allowed to visit them though this time Novel had insisted she would come to him. He felt rather foolish again, still rather ashamed from this den-rest that was demanded of him though he wouldn't complain too much to his family, certainly wanting more visits rather than less nor wishing them to think he was becoming grumpy in his age as well.
Suddenly a little form would reach the entrance of the den, mumbling a sort of greeting, words distorted from something gripped within the child's mouth. Dutiron hadn't noticed the bug of course, though he figured Psalm was carrying something to have had altered his speech in that manner. Heaving himself up, Dutiron would move towards the entrance now himself, nuzzling the boy as he stopped before him. "Hello Psalm" He would greet him with warm tones.
